I open myself up, a bathtub autopsy
to inspect the evidence:
stomach lining eaten by diet soda, hard
lemonade, coffee before breakfast.
spleen with evidence of past swelling, kissing
disease in seventh grade summer stretched,
sent it peeking out below a well rounded ribcage.
lungs tar’d and feather’d with sticky pipe puffs,
bits of watermelon seeds accidentally inhaled.
the melon vine i waited for months to
spill between gapped teeth.
small intestines littered with gum balls,
pharmaceuticals kept first between mattress and floor.
(Currently unfinished. Just not sure how to finish it yet.)